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Published: November 7th 2007
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Time is of the essence, but the essence is of time!
That makes absolutely no sense what so ever but i was just curious how many of you would spend a second or two trying to phylosophically think about it. Or does it make sense? Oww my brains bleeding
If anyone has any information on the where abouts of September and October we would love to hear from you as it seems on our calender they've been misplaced. Perhaps in the blur of cramming in 78 episodes of lost with 70 hours+ a week at work they are forever gone in the void that is our brains. Either way this years dissapeared. Weve already been gone just over 6 months and we're only now begining to feel the effects of too long a holiday followed by too rigarous a work schedule. 'Overit-itis' i like to call it. 6 days a week in the restaurants dealing with people whos intelect level is so low that theyre commuting to work in the blue bus. Then there's the customers. If one more person puts there hand up to ask for somthing, if one more indian asks for somthing for free, if one more
person questions why we dont have kebabs on the menu then i may be writing the next blog while doin time for man 1. Breathe Adrian breathe. Ok
China is a very organised and structured place. I found out just recently that while preparing for the Olympics that China is hosting next year, the government has all the residents of Beijing practicing to queue up on the first Sunday of every month. That would be a sight. The whole of the city hitting the streets and just lining up. They should start teaching them all to stop being such dickheads as well and they might just put on some good games. We're learning fast that Hong Kong is a dog eat dog world. You keep quiet you dont get heard, you wait patiently and you'll die long before you get served. It is a very aggresive and impatient culture. Youll be waiting in a line to pay for somthing and the person behind you will just poke his item and money in front of the cashier before you without thinking twice. The markets are even worse. Hip and shouldering hunch backed grannies who push in is fair game. Getting
of the train involves some old hop scotch manouvers as well. The doors open and its like a 200 deep rugby scrum. Nobody waits, nobody follows the arrows clearly marked on the ground. Maybe the arrows are written in english?
On a side note we learnt recently the trick of the marketer trade. When you ask 'how much?' They will say in their language 'If you can understand my language it's 40 dollars otherwise' then in english '470 dollars'. All we hear is 'wing wong wang 470 dollars' and then think weve got a bargain when we get them down to 420. Clever little bastards.
Although we are slaving away and working 6 days a week we are trying to make the most of what free time we do have and get away on our day off. Weve been lucky enough to be present for the 'Hungry ghosts festival' where as a sign of respect for the their dead ancestors the Chinese burn offerings belieiving that it will reach them in the after life. On our street they were burning whole suckling pigs, paper money and magazine cut outs of the latest ipod's in the hope that the
Painting at the 10000 buddah temple
puff the magic dragon kept trying to ruin my photos real thing will reach them on the other side. I thought good on em and have decided to take this ritual into my own belief system as well. Kym now knows to burn every copy of playboy ever produced upon my passing.
We were also stupid enough to visit the Hong Kong food expo last month which is one day of our life that we will never get back. Aside from the fact that the queue was over 1km long to get in with no way of escaping once you were being ussured along it, the day was truly wasted when upon paying our 50 bucks to get in we were greated by an expo consisting of 4000 2 minute noodle varieties. We managed to find the one stall that sold booze and took away a bottle of sake to drink away our wasted 1 day off. Kym decides to get some macca's for the trip home and i for some reason decide to stand in the middle of the restaurant and wait for her? My plastic bag suddenly tears sending our bottle of sake hurtling to the floor and smashing in the middle of the shop. A little
kid starts to cry. Mothers are eye balling me for brining booze into McDonalds. The cleaner rolls his eyes. Kym walks back with her quarter pounder and asks why i smell like 'eau de sake'. I walk home carying my torn plastic bag wondering why i even got out of bed
2 of our good travelling buddies Chris and Claire stayed at our place for a week long visit just recently which was a much needed breath of fresh air (aside from when Chris fresh off a bowl of the hottest chillis known to man was dropping his guts like a madman.) We did a few day trips to Lamma Island where we had lunch at a chinese restaurant and played cards with the waiters as well as a day trip to the 'walled villiage' which to our dissapointment consisted of three houses with a wall around it. More like the duplex with a stone fence. I sometimes wonder why we dont research these historical sites a bit more before taking 16 trains and 4 busses to get out there. Alas the scenery outside of the duplex was nice us enough to trick us into thinking we were miles
away from the hustle and bustle of hong kong.
So Kym and I, whats news with us. Kym is chugging along quite nicely at Cecconis. Her head chef is filling in at Cecconis Maccau at the moment so she has he oppurtunity to strut her stuff for a week or two and run the kitchen which is an awesome oppurtunity for her. Their restaurant is doing really well and they continue to set records within the company. My restaurant just celebrated its 1 month anniversary on the 1st of November. I can safely say that it has been the hardest thing i have done since eating a 'Pounder' at Mcdonalds followed by backing out a nugget the size of a small child the next day. My organisational skills have been put to the test as has my patience but so far so good. Im learning a lot, well not really seing as though i already know everything.
Our gym sessions have rapidly declined too and subsequently all that hard work when we first got here is now a distant memory. Kyms looking slim and fit but i gues its back on the roids for me. Like my penis could
get any smaller! Whoa my mother in laws parents are reading this. Sorry but if it gets a laugh and a shock value IT STAYS.
Would love to hear from you all. for those of you that are facebook we are on there every 3 seconds adjusting our 'is' status so you are bound to catch us at any hour of the day. Otherwise shoot us a comment on here and say hi. I know everyone thinks they have a boring life back home but just write to us and tell us you dont miss us or whatever! Just want to know whether people actually read these things.
Peace and love
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Sophie
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Hey dud and dudette!
Hello hello! Was nice to have news from you guys! It's been a while. Florian is now 7 weeks old and he's a lovely baby. You were talking about organization skills, well I'm with you. Being a mother is all about being organized if you want to manage to get something else done than just looking after the baby. But it's a very fulfilling experience. I am bringing Flo everywhere. He even went to his first tasting two weeks ago:) Are you going to come in Melbourne at some stage? I would love to introduce him to you. Hope your work schedule will ease a bit and give you time to enjoy yourself too. Keep writting and sending pictures. I am a blogger on Travelblog too if you want to read me too. Kisses Sophie xx